( ANNIE ) [When he comes down to their berthing shortly after take off, it isn't an attempt to avoid any of the socialising or exploration going on. There's a very direct purpose in how he searches out his own pack of belongings, a sharp note of responsibility edging it, one that only dissipates as soon as he finds the med supplies and tech he'd brought down from the station still safely concealed where he'd left them. The sense of relief is mild, but he lets himself take a breath in it, just for a moment--
and then a piece of fruit smacks him on the side of the head.]
The hell was that for?
[He'd demanding it before he's even seen who did it, irate as he stands to turn on them.]
( BELLAMY ) [It's only been two days. Set down in comparison, it's nothing. He's gone months solid without seeing Bellamy, without seeing any of skaikru, and at the time it had suited him just fine. But at some point during the second night, woken from another nightmare, he'd realised this is the longest he's gone without seeing Bellamy since he'd been dropped down in Concordia.
It doesn't sit right. Gnaws at him like a burr he can't shake loose. Two days was more than enough for things to cool, for them to curl back on him, slide thin blades under the skin. All the feeling Bellamy had thrown back on him, and now the razor-thin sensation of the line between them. He'd barely managed to sleep, the second night. He doesn't want another night like that.
But it's luck, more than judgement. Coming down to the berthings as the evening's winding up, the right kind of time to start settling in for the night, but before the rest of the hosts have filtered down. All of them except one.]
Sucks, right? [Coming to stand at the bottom of the bed Bellamy's chosen, not waiting for an invitation or letting himself hesitate. He knows what'd happen if he did.] You switch tents to get away from us, then we all get stuck in the same room.
[Not that Murphy had even realised Bellamy had bailed on Lexa's tent until the next day, going back for his pack.]
( CLOSED )
[When he comes down to their berthing shortly after take off, it isn't an attempt to avoid any of the socialising or exploration going on. There's a very direct purpose in how he searches out his own pack of belongings, a sharp note of responsibility edging it, one that only dissipates as soon as he finds the med supplies and tech he'd brought down from the station still safely concealed where he'd left them. The sense of relief is mild, but he lets himself take a breath in it, just for a moment--
and then a piece of fruit smacks him on the side of the head.]
The hell was that for?
[He'd demanding it before he's even seen who did it, irate as he stands to turn on them.]
( BELLAMY )
[It's only been two days. Set down in comparison, it's nothing. He's gone months solid without seeing Bellamy, without seeing any of skaikru, and at the time it had suited him just fine. But at some point during the second night, woken from another nightmare, he'd realised this is the longest he's gone without seeing Bellamy since he'd been dropped down in Concordia.
It doesn't sit right. Gnaws at him like a burr he can't shake loose. Two days was more than enough for things to cool, for them to curl back on him, slide thin blades under the skin. All the feeling Bellamy had thrown back on him, and now the razor-thin sensation of the line between them. He'd barely managed to sleep, the second night. He doesn't want another night like that.
But it's luck, more than judgement. Coming down to the berthings as the evening's winding up, the right kind of time to start settling in for the night, but before the rest of the hosts have filtered down. All of them except one.]
Sucks, right? [Coming to stand at the bottom of the bed Bellamy's chosen, not waiting for an invitation or letting himself hesitate. He knows what'd happen if he did.] You switch tents to get away from us, then we all get stuck in the same room.
[Not that Murphy had even realised Bellamy had bailed on Lexa's tent until the next day, going back for his pack.]